The two of them were on the sofa, still in the middle of their make-out session when I swung my bedroom door open and walked out.

Jimin pulled away instantly. “Y/n! You were here the whole time?”

I didn’t reply. Obviously I had been here. Jimin stood up and looked me up and down slowly. “Where are you going? It’s like half 5.”

“Out.” I glanced at Hyorin. She was sat there with a shameless grin on her face. She was really pretty though- I could see why Jimin had fallen for her. “Be home around midnight.” I grabbed my set of keys and walked out.

Once out of there, I breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how she was, if she made him happy I could deal. Once they were together, Jimin had told me he’s move out anyway, so I wouldn’t have to see her regularly.

My mind flashed to the image of them kissing and I shuddered. I felt like Hyorin was the female embodiment of Hoseok. I ended up meeting with Jin before the dinner, because he was the only one that was free. We had a good time, laughing, baking, distracting Taehyung on speakerphone while he tried to do an assignment. Then, at half 8, we started to make our way to the restaurant.

The guys were already there when we arrived and the two empty seats were next to Namjoon and Hoseok. I was quick to sit down next to Namjoon, and Jin slid in next to Hobi. Hoseok eyed me knowingly, but didn’t say anything. After greeting everyone, I turned to both Jungkook and Namjoon. “Didn’t see you guys at the party.” Turns out they had both gone to visit their parents for a week, and that had clashed with Taehyung’s birthday.

“How’s Jimin? Why didn’t he come? I swear you two go together everywhere.” That was Yoongi.

“He...had plans.” I didn’t want to talk about him right now. The night was spent ignoring Hobi, chatting to everyone else, avoiding all alcohol and annoyingly...thinking about Jimin. What he must have been doing. If he had even thought about me since I left.

All the guys except Jin had carpooled, but they had enough room in the van for one more person. Since Jin had drunk and I hadn’t, I told Namjoon to drive Jin home and that I’d walk.

I left after them all, taking my time. I had a feeling Hyorin would still be there, and that her and Jimin and gone beyond just making out. As I stepped outside the chilly air made me shiver. Walking along, I zipped up my bomber jacket and thought about texting Jimin to see if Hyorin had left.

“Are you with Jimin?”

A voice behind me startled me as I checked to see who it was. Hoseok. He really needed to stop doing that. “Why didn’t you go with the guys?” That was the first thing I had said to him since we met up.

“I wasn’t going to let you walk home alone y/n. It’s past midnight.” I rolled my eyes. He repeated his earlier question. “So, are you with him? I saw him kiss you.”

“No Hoseok I’m not. He did that because he was drunk. Anyway he has a girlfriend.” Hoseok motioned for me to start walking again, and he walked along beside me, his pace matching mine. “And you’re OK with that?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“A girl coming into your apartment every day...you wouldn’t mind?”

“No. Because Jimin’s gonna move out.”

Hoseok only lived a road away from me, so we walked in silence until we reached his place. I waved at him before trying to walk on but he stopped me.

“Y/n, can’t we just talk? I know you told Jin and Yoongi not to give me your number.” I knew there was a reason he had opted to walk with me. I just knew he had something to say.

“If you recall Hoseok, we never ‘just talk’. Every conversation we have ends up with us screaming in each others faces.”

“That was in the past. It been months y/n, I miss you. God, I miss you so much. And you won’t even look at me!”

“Wait wait, wait. Hold the fuck up Hobi. You miss me? That’s rich. It was you who said you didn’t need me in your life anymore. It was you who stopped loving me!” The boy was a hypocrite. He told me he was tired of me and, and that’s why he had cheated.

“Y/n, please. I never stopped! I still love you. I made a mistake. That’s all it was. A mistake.”

I sighed. “It never worked for us, and it never will Hoseok. Even if you don’t cheat, all we did was argue.”

“Remember the good times! Y/n, we loved each other.”

“I do remember. Remember when you promised you would always be there for me? Because I remember when I thought you meant it. You need to move on Hobi. Just like I have.” I whispered the last part, my own voice failing me.

“I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end! We weren’t supposed to end y/n.” He stepped forward and hugged me tight. “We weren’t supposed to end”, he mumbled once again into my shoulder.

He slowly pulled away, his face hovering inches away from mine. I missed being so physically close to him. He was always this comforting figure in my life until things went south. His eyes flitted down to my lips as I blinked back tears. Hoseok had bought up memories that were better left forgotten.

"Y/n, do you remember our first kiss?”, he whispered. “Do you remember how I was your first? How we didn’t want to stop?”

“Hoseok...please...”. I didn’t know whether I was pleading for him to stop, or to kiss me. Of course he did the latter. I gasped in surprise as his soft lips met mine. They felt just as good as the first time. I grasped his shirt to try and pull him closer, my mind screaming at me to stop.

This was wrong. I hadn’t built up these walls against Hoseok for him to knock them down with a kiss. He peppered kisses on my jaw and neck as I ran my hand through his hair.

When he bit down on the delicate skin, I hissed in pain and pleasure, the sensation jolting me back to reality. I pushed him away, the tears finally spilling. “I should go”, I croaked.

“Y/n no, wait-”

“-Bye Hoseok.” He didn’t stop me as I quickly hurried away, not looking back. The whole way home I was repeating in my head ‘You shouldn’t have done that.’ I crept into the apartment, quietly shutting and locking the door behind me.I turned the light on, and immediately spotted Hyorin’s dress in a heap on the floor outside Jimin’s room. I stared at it in disgust before sitting down on the sofa, head in hands. I wasn’t tired at all despite the time. All I wanted to do was sit here and cry.

Quiet sobs racked my body as I let out all the pain as silently as I could. Hoseok had hurt me a lot, and now he claimed he still loved me? He seemed just as upset as I did...I didn’t know what to think.

Normally, Jimin would be here, comforting me, but of course tonight he had other priorities. “Y/n?” Just as I was thinking about him, his gentle voice broke the silence.

I didn’t turn to look at him, but instead composed my voice so it didn’t waver and said, “Jimin, you’re still up?”

“Yeah. Wanted to wait for you before I went to sleep.” It must have been weird, me going out without him. Unless he was ill on a uni day, I never did that.

“Ah, you shouldn’t have. Well, I’m here now, so night.” I was met by silence, and I assumed he left. So he made me jump when he appeared in my line of sight to come and sit with me. I turned away from him, but in my peripheral vision I saw he was shirtless- again.

“Y/n...? What’s wrong?” I clenched my jaw as an attempt to keep the tears at bay, and turned to him slowly, not making eye contact. “Nothing, just tired.”

“Why have you been crying?”

I looked up and his eyes fell on my neck. His face hardened and I instantly knew Hoseok must have left a mark there. “Y/n, what the hell happened? Where were you?”

“Taehyung had a small get together”, I mumbled quietly, aware that Hyorin was probably asleep. “And I went to that.”

“Who else was there?”

“Yoongi, Jin, Namjoon, Jungkook and...”

“...And Hoseok”, he finished off for me, teeth gritted.

“I said I’d walk home because the van was full, but Hoseok didn’t go with the guys.”

“Did he...like, force himself on you?” Jimin looked uncomfortable. I shook my head. “No, it wasn’t like that. I don’t know what came over me. I-i just..” I trailed off once more, unable to speak and cry at once.

“Shh, it’s OK”, Jimin murmured, holding me close to him. “You did nothing wrong y/n, it’s OK.” Oh, but I had. I had succumbed to Hoseok just like that, without a second thought. I was weak, even now.

We heard a scoff and turned around to see Hyorin shimmying in her dress, and smoothing it down. Her hair was a mess and her makeup slightly smudged. “I thought you didn’t want to play games Jimin?” I winced at her harsh voice.

Jimin let go of me and stood up. “I don’t. Y/n was upset and I was-”

“-Oh, save it”, she cut him off, walking towards the front door. “I knew you weren’t serious about calling our little bet off. I’m gonna make sure I get you back babe. And this time, it won’t be a week . It’ll be two.” She opened the door, and turned to wink at Jimin.

I frowned at her. She wanted to keep this stupid charade up for a fortnight?

“Hyorin plea-”

“I’ll see you later babe.” And with that she was gone. Jimin sat back down, mimicking my earlier action of resting his head in his heads.

“Jimin, I’m sorry.”

I thought he’d respond with ‘It’s alright’, or ‘It’s not your fault’, but instead I got “You’re sorry? Sorry won’t fix the fact that I almost had the girl!”

“Jimin, calm down. You’ll get the girl. Just have a level headed conversation with her tomorrow about this.”

“Easier said than done y/n. Hyorin’s as stubborn as they come. I managed to get her to change her mind once, it won’t happen again.”

“Fine then. I’ll talk to her.”

“No.” He shook his head at me. “You’ve done enough.” I stared at him, mouth agape. What the hell did that mean?

“Hold the fuck up. No one asked you to stay up until I was home. No one asked you to come in here. No one fucking asked you to hug me!”

“What the hell else was I gonna do?! You were upset!” Oh, so now it was my fault that I had been crying? I stood up from the sofa, away from him. “You know what, fuck you Jimin.” I stormed off to my room and slammed the door.

And that was our first proper argument.

After I texted everyone, bar Hoseok, to see if they had got home safe, I went to freshen up. Normally any sound from the apartment, even a door creaking, could be heard from the bathroom, but I heard nothing, so I assumed Jimin had gone to sleep.

I went back to my room to find a missed call from Yoongi, so I called him back. “Hello?”

“Hey y/n. Wanted to check if you and Hoseok were OK on the way home. I knew he did that to get the chance to talk to you.”

“It was fine Yoongi”, I lied. “We just made small talk the whole way.”

“So why do I have a text from him saying ‘Yoongi, I fucked up with y/n’?”

My eyes widened. “He sent you that? Just ignore it.”

“Y/n....it’s almost 2 in the fucking morning so give me straightforward answers please.” He sounded annoyed and I instantly felt guilty. “We kissed.” I could hear the sound of Yoongi breathing, but he wasn’t saying anything.

“Yoongi?”

“Well done”, he retorted sarcastically. “What happened to being over him?”

“I don’t know happened Yoongi, I wasn’t thinking.”

“What happened is that you kissed! Now Hoseok’s gonna read into that and you’re gonna bring back all those feelings of your breakup.” Yoongi was right, but he was also harsh with his words. All the guys were like that, except Jimin and Taehyung. That’s why I always went to Jimin with my problems.

“Night”, he grumbled before hanging up. He cared for me, I knew that. But boy, was he moody. I placed the phone on the bedside table, and sat there, staring at the wall that separated mine and Jimin’s rooms.

I was just nodding off when I heard a knock on my door, jolting me awake. I decided to stay silent- I was in no mood to see Jimin right now.

“Y/n”, his voice called from the other side of the door. “I know you’re awake, I can see your light’s on.” No response as I silently turned the light off. I was thankful for the locks on our doors. As flimsy as they were, they did the job. I heard him sigh then walk back to his room, slamming is own door forcefully behind him.

The next morning, I woke up still in a bad mood. This whole mess had started because I had stupidly agreed to help Jimin out. And within two damn days, he had drunkenly kissed me, and we had fought. I hated this so much. And on top of that, Hyorin wanted this. I saw the smile on her face as she walked out last night- this was her idea of fun.

As I shuffled into the kitchen, I cursed loudly as the phone rang again. I didn’t check who it was, but answered it and snapped, “Why do you people always call at ungodly times? It’s half 7!”

“I wouldn’t call if you answered texts”, Jin replied bluntly. I sat down on the sofa, instantly guilty for shouting. “Sorry Jin. I’m just not in a great mood.”

“It’s cool. Yoongi told me what happened.”

I scowled. “Does Yoongi know what a secret is?”

“Don’t worry y/n, he only told me. I feel bad because you let me go in Namjoon’s van, and then that happened. Hoseok kept texting Yoongi last night and when Yoongi stopped replying, he texted me to ask if you were OK. But clearly not.”

My scowl disappeared. Hoseok was that concerned about me? “I erm..I’m OK Jin. I’m not in a bad mood about that. That just happened in the heat of the moment. It’s just that...me and Jimin got into an argument last night.” I spoke the last part quietly in case Jimin was up and listening, like last time.

“Wait wait wait. You and Jimin? Argued? But you guys never argue! What happened? Did you try to talk to him about Hyorin?”

“Kinda...Basically I was really upset last night about Hobi and Jimin was comforting me when Hyorin walked in. She thought Jimin was hugging me as part of their stupid...whatever the fuck they’re both doing. And then she walked out saying she’ll not only get him back, but she extended the bet to two weeks. And of course that was all my fault.”

“Jimin blamed you for that?” Jin sounded incredulous.

“Yup. But seriously Jin, I know your feelings for her, and so does she. So I’m guessing she’s gonna try to come back to you...say no. And tell the others what’s going on so they stay away from her too.”

That was rich coming from me, but I really cared for Jin and didn’t want to see him get hurt. “Don’t worry y/n, I will. And what about if Jimin asks you to help him again?”

I felt so bad that Hoseok was disturbing these two on my behalf. “OK”, I sighed. “Tell you what. Give him my number so he leaves you guys alone.”

Jin paused. “Y/n, are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Well, unless you fancy being woken up at seven again, I think it’s a pretty sensible idea.”

“But...well, OK then." I would probably end up regretting this, but at least Jin and Yoongi could have some peace.

“OK”, I confirmed, yawning while I did so. I didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before and was exhausted. “If that’s all I’m gonna go now, I’m so tired.”

“OK, sorry for calling so early. And thank you about the Hoseok thing. See you later.”

“See ya.” I leaned back into the sofa,closing me eyes, thinking about what to do. Part of me wanted to go back to sleep, but I had a lot of work to do.

“You can be pretty stupid sometimes, but I didn’t know you were that stupid.” My eyes shot open at the sound of Jimin’s annoyed tone. Was he stood there the whole damn time? He really needed to stop doing that. Hoseok and Jimin both had this habit of creeping up on people. I stayed where I was and didn’t reply.

Jimin marched over and stopped right in front of me, and I opted to stare at the coffee table. I wasn’t sure whether I was more mad or sad about last night. “Y/n, you know how long it took for you to get over him. Why the hell are you making it easy for him to contact you?”

“He was annoying the hell out of Yoongi and Jin.”

Jimin threw his hands up in exasperation. “I’m sure they could handle it!”

“I can handle it too Jimin.” He scoffed at my response, and I tried my best to keep my cool. He wasn’t acting like his usual self. I felt like liking Hyorin had changed him. He wasn’t the Jimin I called my best friend. The Jimin who wouldn’t shout at me, but instead would comfort me in times like this.

“Y/n, you came home last night cryi-”

I stood up, speaking calmly, but coldly. “Why don’t you worry about your own relationships and let me worry about mine?” His mouth dropped open. “Y/n, I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Really? Really Jimin? You don’t want to see me get hurt?” I was trying to keep those darn tears at bay. “That’s funny because you’re the only person hurting me right now.”

I had the sofa behind me so I stepped to the side so I could turn around and walk to my room. “Y/n”, he sighed, stopping me with ease. “Running away won’t solve anything. Just please talk to me.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you."

“Well I have something to say to you. I’m sorry, OK? What happened last night wasn’t your fault. I just got mad and blamed you. Hyorin knew you were upset, and she just wanted to use what she saw as an excuse to keep this stupid game going. I called her this morning and when she saw I was serious she agreed to stop messing about. She’s gonna be out of town for a few days, and when she comes back, I’ll start making plans to move out.”

I stared at him. That was all a lot to process. I ended up mumbling, “Hey, at least you got the girl”, earning a small laugh from him. He held me close in one of his signature bear-hugs and I smiled in his chest. If there were only a few days left with the two of us living together, then we’d better make them worthwhile.

“Let’s go out today”, Jimin suggested, clearly having the same idea as me. “We can go eat.”

“Who said I forgave you?” I joked. His chest rumbled as he laughed. “No one has to say it. I know I’m forgiven.” He tightened the hug. “Let’s not fight again.”

We both did a bit of work together until midday, and then got ready for lunch. He said it was on him, but I took money anyway. As close as we were, we both paid for our own food unless it was the others birthday.

“So where shall we go. Cafe?” I nodded. .There was a small cafe near us and they did the best food. The two of set off, our steps in sync “Jimin, you still gonna meet up with me?” I wanted to know whether he would have time after he moved out.

“Of course”, he answered with ease. “Why wouldn’t I? I’ll still make time to annoy you.” I grinned. “Good.” On the way there, my phone started buzzing. It was an unknown number, but I didn’t need three guessed to know who it was.

“Hello?”

“Y/n? I thought Jin might have given me a wrong number.” Hoseok sounded surprised that this was my actual number.

“Can we talk later? I’m busy right now.” Jimin tensed beside me and I knew he had caught on to who had called.

He gave a heavy sigh but agreed. Once I hung up, me and Jimin walked in silence for a bit before he asked, “Are you gonna go back to him?”

I blinked at him. “He cheated on me. Of course I’m not gonna go back to him. We just need to clear out a few things.”

“Like what?”

I didn’t have an answer. “Let’s not talk about him right now.” Jimin gave me a pointed look, but decided to drop the subject.

The whole of lunch was spent with Jimin chattering about god knows what, and me just mindlessly nodding. I was too engrossed in him to pay any attention. The way cocked his head when he spoke. The way he expressed his happiness, from his little smile to his bubbly laugh. His captivating voice.

He snapped me out of my trance by waving a hand in front of my face. “Hey. Earth to y/n.”My glassed over eyes focused on him, and I began to smile. I reached over and wiped the food he had at the side of his mouth. “Park Jimin, you 5 year old.”

I had to snap out of it. Jimin was my best friend. And he was interested in someone else. I cleared my throat and took a sip of water. “What were you on about? Sorry, I zoned out.”

His bottom lip jutted out as he tried to recall. “I can’t remember. Something about Hyorin....oh yeah! She said she’d tell her parents about me.” I grimaced. Why the hell did I need to know that? “Right...”, I replied slowly. “That’s good.”

His face dropped slightly at my lack of enthusiasm. “That means she actually serious about the relationship!” Hyorin had probably said that to Jimin to make him happy, but I wasn’t going to burst his bubble.

“That’s great Jimin, really.” I tried to bring some emotion into my voice, but I couldn’t do it. If he had been rambling on about Hyorin this whole time, then I was kinda glad had stopped paying attention. I watched his plump lips pucker up to blow on the hot food. “It is, isn’t it? Ah, I really do love her.”

Turns out Hyorin’s visit was for 5 days. Day one, we went for lunch. Day two, I went to give Jimin his washed clothes so he could iron them, and I walked in on him dancing again. He took the clothes off me and grabbed my hand, asking me to joining him. Of course, I refused,but he wasn’t having it.

“C’mon!”, he whined, disconnecting the headphones and connected his phone to his speakers. He whirled me around, trying to get me to join in. I knew this choreo, I’d seen him do it enough times, but I couldn’t dance for shit. He stepped back so he was behind me and and gabbed my arms, moving them in time to the beat.

I gave up and yanked myself away form him, moving myself as he clapped along, laughing at me. I started laughing too at how awkward and just downright terrible my movements were. A whole hour passed before I gave up, completely out of breath. Jimin on the other hand, had barely broken a sweat, but I was pretty sure his six-pack was now more defined from all that laughter.

As I stepped out of his room, I heard my phone ring. I swear, texting was becoming a very underrated thing- everyone always rang me. My good mood dissipated as soon as my eyes scanned the caller ID. Hoseok.

“Hello?” My voice sounded weird from laughing so much. Jimin came into the room shortly after, miming how I was dabbing earlier and I covered my mouth to stop the giggles escaping. I pointed at him and mimed slitting my throat, my smile dying once again when I heard Hoseok’s voice.

“Hey y/n. You free?”

I tried to think up an excuse on the spot, but sighed in defeat when I couldn’t. “I guess. What is it?”

“Have you...”, he trailed off.

“Have I what, Hoseok?”I leant on the table, trying to keep it together.

“Haven’t you thought about that night?” I knew he was referring to when we all went out for Taehyung’s little get together.

“Yeah. I’ve thought a lot about it. About how much of a mistake it was.” I could imagine his eyes darkening at my words.

“It was’t a mistake y/n.” My eyes followed Jimin around the room. He looked like he was looking for something. Then he spotted it. He grabbed a few notes and my pencil case, and came to sit on the table I was leaning on. I wrinkled my nose at the sight of his glistening skin. He needed a shower after all that dancing.

I heard him sniff a couple of times, before realising that these prolonged silences were because he was crying. I hated when people cried. “Hoseok...please. Why now? It’s been so long. You treated me like shit when I did nothing to deserve it, so why the fuck are you coming back to me now?”

I jumped slightly as I felt Jimin’s warm hand on mine. He was trying to comfort me, but I was too on edge.

“The whole time we were together, I was using you y/n. I was using you to make me feel better, and you never caught on. I wanted you to hate me, and you were never able to...And now I want another chance and...and you’re shutting me off. Please, just please think about it. Think about us.”

And with that he ended the call.

I swallowed harshly, the lump in my throat refusing to leave. So my cheating, lying ex claimed to still love me. I wouldn’t be able to reciprocate the feelings I used to have for him, but there was no point in lying to myself. I did still like him.

I heard Jimin put his pen down. “Y/n? You OK?”

This whole situation was a mess. I couldn’t make sense of anything anymore. My feelings for Hoseok. My...whatever I felt for Jimin. I was all over the place.

“He wants you back, doesn’t he?”, Jimin asked when I didn’t reply, shaking his head. “He’s got some nerve.” Out of all of Jimin’s friends, Hoseok had always been the one he had the least patience for.

I hummed in confirmation and agreement. Turning to him I said, “I’m gonna go shower.” I motioned at my shirt sticking to me, and he pulled a face in response.As always, it was a 5 minute thing, and as I got out, I realised I had left my clothes on my bed. I groaned, the sound echoing off the tiled walls.

“Jimin?” No response. “Jimin!” Had he gone out? No, he wouldn’t have. He always told me beforehand. I waited impatiently, but I didn’t hear a reply. I decided to risk it and dash to my room clad in a towel, and hope I didn’t bump into him.

I was relief when I made it to my room unscathed, but the relief turned to horror when I saw no clothes on the bed. “Park Jimin!”, I yelled at the top of my voice.

“You called?” I heard his muffled voice from the other side of the door. He was trying to hold in his laughter, I could already tell. “You’re not funny, give me my clothes back!”

“Say please.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

I was met by silence. “OK, Please.”

“Please what?” I swung the door open in annoyance, and his smile faltered. “The fuck do you mean, ‘please what’?”

The smile was back. “Say ‘Please may I have my clothes back Jimin?”

I glowered at him and repeated the question word for word, only to have him reply “No.” He was holding them behind his back and I tried to reach around him, but no no avail. I was fully aware that I a=had nothing on underneath that towel, and it seems so was he.

“OK, OK!” He sighed in defeat, handing over the clothes. “Gosh, you're no fun.” I didn’t miss the way he eyed me just before I shut the door on him.

Day three. Day three was when it all properly went downhill. We were sat on the sofa thinking of what we could do as there were only two days left before Hyorin would be back and Jimin would move out.

“Invite the guys over? We could do the usual drunk games. They’re fun.” I thought about it. It was a pretty good idea- we all enjoyed it and it’d pass the time. But of course, if Jimin was gonna get drunk...I’d have to stay sober.

“But Jimin...it’s 2 in the afternoon.”

“Well, have you got any other ideas?” I thought about it.

“Movie night? Bowling? Karaoke?”

“Y/n, we’ve seen all of our movies 50 times, we can’t afford bowling right now, and Namjoon broke the karaoke machine....we can just get the guys to bring alcohol.”

“Fine then smartass. You text them.”

He grumbled something in return but I wasn’t listening. So that’s how we ended up with Namjoon, Jungkook, Yoongi and Taehyung at our place, all sat around, drinks in hand at 3 in the afternoon. Jin had a lecture so couldn’t come.

“Who’s bright idea was this?”, Namjoon asked with a grin. I wordlessly pointed at Jimin and pulled a face. Jungkook snickered. “It’s too early to get wasted.”

“Why’d you come then?” That was Yoongi.

Jungkook sighed and admitted, “...To get wasted.” I rolled my eyes. These boys.

“OK so what are we playing?”, I asked. Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung were all sat on the floor around the coffee table, whereas me, Yoongi and Namjoon were on the sofa.

“We have to get drunk first”, Taehyung grinned.They had all walked here, and could all handle their alcohol, so at least I wasn’t worried about them having to stay over. If worst came to worst, I’d walk them home.

I watched them all drink. One drink, then another. Then one more. They became sluggish and clumsy within the hour. “Truth or Dare!”, Jungkook slurred. We used one of the empty bottles to play.

The first spin landed on Namjoon, the second on Yoongi. Yoongi chose truth. Namjoon asked him “Is is true you fucked Wendy last month, or was that just a rumour?” He let out a small hiccup at the end of his question. There was a pause before Yoongi replied. “...Was a rumour”, he mumbled. A small smirk appeared on his face. “I fucked Yeri, not Wendy.” We all stared at him, before Taehyung spun again.

It landed on Jungkook. And Yoongi again. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth. I can’t be arsed for dares.”

“Did she feel good?”

I gasped, mortified. “Jeon Jungkook!” He giggled in response, but didn’t take his eyes off Yoongi. I eyed the boy next to me curiously. “I guess so. Although I can confirm that she’s had one dick too many.” My jaw dropped. Witnessing these boys drunk was a nightmare.

“Too much information Yoongi.” He held out his cup in response. “Lighten up y/n. Here, drink.” I took the cup from him and placed it firmly down on the table.

“No.” I shook my head and glared at Jimin, who pouted. “Fine. Take a shower fully clothed!”

“No.” The mess that would make...I shuddered to think about it.

“Call your parents and tell them you got kicked out of your course!” The guys were all laughing like lunatics. But again, I stepped in. “Not while drunk. They’ll believe it!”

“That’s the point y/n”, Jimin rolled his eyes. He motioned to the cup Yoongi had given me. “Yoongi’s right. Lighten up a little.” He turned back to Taehyung, thinking. “Send a nude to your ex girlfriend!” I watched in horror as Taehyung actually got up to do it. He came back with his shirt on inside out and the wrong way round. “You wanna see proof?”I was glad Jimin was with it enough to refuse.

It then landed on Taehyung and me. I picked truth because these dares were too much. But then Tae had to ask “Favourite sexual position?”

“Taehyung, what the fuck-”

“-OK, OK. Do you like foreplay?” Namjoon fell of the sofa, he was laughing so much. I glared at Taehyung. “Tae, ask me something non-sexual.”

He thought about it, then tried again, his eyes all hazy from the effects of the alcohol. “Have you and Jimin ever...?” He trailed off suggestively, and I threw a pillow at him. “No. We have not.”

Next. Namjoon and Jimin. Truth. “What’s Hyorin like in bed?” I rolled my eyes. Trust Namjoon to want to know that. “She’s alright”, Jimin shrugged. “Thought she’d be better.” I blinked at him. He couldn’t just say things like that about his girlfriend!

Next. Me and Yoongi. He was so passed it, he forgot to pick truth, and picked ‘dare’. “OK...I dare you to say the alphabet backwards in 15 seconds...Go!”

“Z...Y...X...A. Done.” I glanced at him. He looked like he was in physical pain from straining his brain too much, so I left it.

Next Namjoon and me. I picked ‘Dare’ because Namjoon would be after some freaky truths. “I dare you to make out with Jimin.”

“OK, no. Truth.”

“Who here would you most like to make out with?”

I looked around at the 5 pairs of eyes staring at me, and decided going for Jimin would be unwise. Taehyung and Namjoon were really not themselves. Yoongi would have a go at me for picking him. “Jungkook.” The boy looked pleasantly surprised when I said his name.

Jimin. Yoongi. Truth. “What is the most embarrassing picture of you?” Turns out Taehyung had put him in weird poses when he once passed out from drinking too much, and that those pictures still haunted him to this day.

We played for a couple of hours, and I’m ashamed to admit, I did end up downing the rest of Yoongi’s drink and getting more involved. In fact, I think the only thing I refused was when Taehyung dared me to give Namjoon a hickey.

They stayed until 8, laughing and joking. Having a good time. We watched a horror film, which wasn’t the best idea. I had to hide behind Yoongi for most of it. Finally, it was time for them to leave. Jungkook and Yoongi had sobered up enough to take the others home too, which was a relief, because Tae and Namjoon were still passed it. So was Jimin, but at least he didn’t have to go anywhere.

I shut the door behind them, and scanned the room. They had left the room a mess, and I knew I’d be the one tidying this up.

Jimin hadn’t moved from his position on the floor. I bent over to pick up the pillow I had thrown at Taehyung earlier, and as I was setting it down, he mumbled something.

“You what?”

He cleared his throat and tried again. “Why didn’t you do it?”

I frowned. “Do what? Jimin, you’ve had a lot to drink, you should go t-”

“-Namjoon dared you to kiss me. And you said ‘no.’ Why? I would have done it if it was my dare...”.

“Jimin, you have a girlfrie-”

He cut me off once more. “And what’s so good about Jungkook?”, he slurred. “Why would you rather kiss Jungkook?” I sighed in exasperation. “Jimin, I had to say someone’s name! It’s only a game, it’s not a big deal.”

He stood up, slightly unsteady but regained his balance quickly. “It is to me y/n.”

“OK, I’m sorry. Now go to bed.” I rolled my eyes. Jimin was so weird when drunk. I was a bit tipsy myself, but I was also a lot more with it. “Who would you rather kiss?”

“Jimin, will you please drop it?”

“Just answer! He stepped forward, hitting his foot on the coffee table, but ignoring his little blunder. He was staring at me, his eyes unblinking. “Who would you rather kiss?”, he whispered.

“I already told you guys. Jungkook”, I lied and he saw right through it. “Wow y/n, you’re such a coward”, he scoffed. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Excuse me?”

“Why can’t you just tell me the truth?”

“What the hell are you talking about? That was the truth.” He gave me a little shove and walked, well stumbled, past me.

“Fine then. Go find your precious Jungkook. See if I care.” He was actually pouting- no wonder I always called him a 5 year old.

“Jiminnie...Stop it”, I called after him, but all I heard in response was the slam of his bedroom door. Ah well. He’d sober up in the morning and regret that he even sulked about such a thing.

The plan was to walk to my room and collapse into bed, the alcohol making me drowsy, but as I sneaked past Jimin’s room, I heard a noise and froze. He sounded like he was crying. Jimin was known to be an emotional drunk but I had never heard him cry befo-

Oh, there it was. A sob. A stifled sob, but a sob nonetheless. I couldn’t help it. I knocked on his door gently, the sound instantly stopping. “Jimin?”, I called softly.

“Go away y/n”, he croaked. I felt a pang of guilt, and regret that I hadn’t handled the kiss discussion very well. “Hey Jimin, don’t be like that, let me in.” He hadn’t locked the door- I knew because I hadn’t heard it. But I still wanted his permission before I went in.

I was met by a stoic silence. “What if...what if I said I’d rather kiss you?”, I asked. I didn’t know whether that was a confession, or whether I just said it in the moment to appease him. Sure enough his door swung open moments later, and I was met with a red eyed Jimin.

“Then I‘d ask you to prove it”, he replied breathily. What had I got myself into? “Jimin I...I can’t.” My voice cracked as I refused him once more. But as his eyes locked with mine, and he stepped up to me, I knew I wanted this. I wanted to kiss my best friend and roommate, Park Jimin.

“You’re drunk”, I whispered as my hands trailed up his arms. “We shouldn’t.”

“I know what I’m doing y/n.”

Even as he was speaking, with gentle hands, I pulled him closer to press his lips against mine. Jimin reacting instantly, his hands resting on my waist as he pulled me closer and closer, until there was no gap between us. His tongue easily glided past my parted lips, deepening the kiss. I ran my hand through his hair and got completely lost in the moment.

Until he pushed me away that is. I stumbled slightly backwards before gaping at him. He mumbled “Shit, shit, shit”, under his breath. Even drunk, he regretted kissing me. I felt a pang of pain in my chest at the way he wouldn’t even look at me.

“Jimin I-”

“-It’s getting late. We should rest.” And with that, he shut his bedroom door firmly, leaving me standing there in shock.

Day 4. I woke up late and to both my relief and dismay, Jimin was out. He had cleaned up the rest of yesterday’s mess so I didn’t have anything to do around the apartment. I checked my phone to find a text from Hoseok saying yesterday looked fun. I sighed. One of the guys must have texted or snapchatted him. I also had a message from Yoongi saying him and Tae were meeting up at 1. I checked the time. Half 12. I replied saying that I’d be there, and got ready quickly. I could talk to Jimin later.

We met up at a park nearby. Turns out Yoongi and Taehyung had no plans, but were just bored. Everyone else was still asleep or revising. Jimin had gone somewhere with Jin, which I was happy to hear because it meant Jin was cool about Jimin and Hyorin. Jimin and Hyorin....even thinking of those two names together made me grit my teeth.

Taehyung still had a headache from yesterdays endeavours. He was currently moaning about how many texts his ex had sent him after he sent her that nude as a dare yesterday. “She said she’d show everyone and that I was disgusting!”

She three of us were sat on the swings, and I slowed down my swinging to stare at him. “Well she wasn’t wrong. Who even does that?”

“It was Namjoon’s fault for daring me!”

“You mean Jimin”, Yoongi corrected.

“Whoever it was! I just did what they said!”

I rolled my eyes. “Taehyung, you’re an idiot.”

“Hey how come you’re not with Jin and Jimin? He’s only living with you for like one more day,right?”, Yoongi asked. Yoongi always had this habit of bringing up subjects I didn’t really want to talk about.

“Erm. He left before I woke up”, I mumbled.

“Ah. And what’s happening with Hoseok? Any news?”

“No. Haven’t really spoken to him. Though I did have a text from him this morning saying it looked like we really enjoyed ourselves yesterday.”

“Namjoon was on snapchat whilst we were over”, Taehyung piped up, swinging his legs in the air to go higher. “So he probably showed Hobi where he was.”

“Let’s go to the corner shop”, he continued. “I’m hungry.”

“Tae all you can get from there are crisps and sweets.”

He just grinned in response. “Perfect.”

So we all made our way to the shop, and of course we had to bump into Jimin and Jin. Jimin caught my eye and instantly looked away. So I ignored him right back. “Hey Jin”, I greeted. “Feels like ages since I saw you. What’re you doing here?”

He held up two plastic bags. “Starting late night study sessions so bought a load of energy drinks!”

Tae laughed and Yoongi said “Jin, those won’t help. At all.”

I pushed Tae towards the entrance gently. “Come on then Tae. You said you were hungry.” Yoongi followed closely behind as I waved a silent goodbye to Jin and mouthed ‘call me’. I hoped he wouldn’t take my rushed exit to heart. It wasn’t Jin at all. It was Jimin’s very presence, making it hard to think.

I spent the day walking around and talking to Taehyung and Yoongi. They were great at conversation, and could talk about anything and everything. The three of us had never gone out before as a trio, but after this I’m sure we would again. We bought ice cream, had snacks and messed around until late evening.

“Where did the time go?”, I moaned when Yoongi suggested we should head home. He had a morning lecture tomorrow. Tomorrow- the day Jimin would start packing to leave. My smile faltered a little as I envisaged him saying bye and walking off hand in hand with Hyorin.

We walked along until we reached my place first. I reluctantly waved them off, knowing that after this I would have to face Jimin alone. My best friend, who couldn’t even look at my face right now. As I was clambering up the stairs to get to my floor, my phone rang. I knew it was Jin even before I pulled it out of my pocket.

“Y/n...”, he trailed off, then trailed again. “I thought something was up today. I even asked Jimin if you had heard anything from Hoseok since I gave him your number, and all he responded with was ‘She’s an idiot for giving him her number. He’s a leech and she should have known better.’ And then he started ranting on about the night you and Hobi kissed. So I thought you two had had an argument.”

My eyes narrowed. I told Jimin the only reason I let Hosoek have my number is because he was annoying Jin and Yoongi on a daily basis. That didn’t mean I wanted him back. And neither did the moment of weakness I had had that night. None of it meant I loved him. Well, not like I used to anyway.

“Y/n, you still there?”

“Yeah, sorry. World of my own. Jimin tell you what he was going to do when he got home?” I could hear muffled thuds next door and was curious as to what he was doing.

“Yeah, I think he said something about packing.” Wow, he was eager. Packing a whole day early for a girl who would rather play mind games than actually date him.

For the first time ever, I voiced my true feelings out loud. Just loud enough for Jin to hear. “Jin?”

“Yeah?”

“I-think-I-Like-Jimin”, I blurted out.

“Sorry what? What’d you say? Speak up.”

“I think I like Jimin”, I breathed, cringing at the words even as I said them. That was my best friend and I had feelings for him that went beyond friendship.

Focusing back on Jin, I asked, “So what were you saying?” No response. “Hello? Jin?” I glanced at the screen to find one of us, probably me, had cut the call off. I tried ringing him back, but he wouldn’t pick up so I gave up. He’d ring me back soon- I hoped.

Jimin was in his room, scratching his head and staring at the vast pile of clothes on his bed. “Jimin...is it necessary to take everything at once? You can always come back for the rest of your shit.”

He didn’t look up to meet my eyes as he spoke. “I’d rather take it all at once...”.

I crossed my arm, suddenly defensive. “And why’s that?”

His shrug only infuriated me further. “Just less effort.” What a stupid excuse- he just wanted to avoid me.

I scoffed. “And you call me the idiot.” That’s when Jimin’s dark eyes snapped up to meet my glare. “You are an idiot y/n. You took so long to get over that s-”

I held a hand up. “I don’t want to talk about him right now. What’s done is done. You won’t even have to worry about it after tomorrow, so just let it go.”

“Don’t have to..?”, he spluttered. “Of course I’m gonna worry about your crazy ass! What if he comes over or something?”

“OK first of all, he won’t. Not without my permission. And second of all, I’m perfectly capable of dealing with him.” That may have been a lie, but Jimin thinking he knew what was going on better than I did, really irked me.

He scoffed at my response. “Yeah, I can tell. The guys leave you alone for five minutes and you two make out. Really handling it.”

I stared at him. He was being so unlike himself. He started changing after he admitted to liking Hyorin, but this last week, he really hadn’t been the Jimin I was so close to. My ‘partner in crime’ as he dubbed himself. This wasn’t him.

His expression softened at my obvious shock at his words. “Y/n, I-”

“-You can pack yourself”, I interrupted, turning to walk out. Maybe him moving out would be a good thing. I’d need to find someone soon though- I couldn’t afford the rent to this place all by myself.

The other option would be for me to move to Hyorin’s cheaper to run accommodation, and let her live here- call me stubborn, but this was my home. I wasn’t going to move out for the sake of Jimin’s relationship.

“Y/n, no, please wait.” He stepped over his mountain of junk and caught my wrist with ease. “That was out of line. I’m sorry. You know how much it annoys me...he treated you so badly, and now he wants you back, just like that.”

I stared at him. His eyes, his lips, his jawline. Everything about him was beautiful. How the hell had I not noticed all this before? “Say something”, he coaxed. “I don’t want to argue when I’m going tomorrow.”

We looked at each other, and his grip started to loosen on my wrist. I swiftly used my other hand to keep his hand on mine, silently motioning for him to not let go of me. I looked down at our hands, wishing he wasn’t leaving me.

“Y/n...about yesterday...we were drunk right? And we weren’t thinking straight...”, even as he spoke, his free hand reached up to my chin and pulled my face up to him. His shallow breaths fanned my face, as his lips brushed mine for a second. “It was just a mistake, right?”, he murmured, mouth against mine.

I didn’t say anything as I leaned forward and connected our lips. The kiss was feverish, his hands running down my body, resting on the small of my back. My hands were on the back of his neck and head, pulling him into me. I didn’t want to let go.

It was Jimin who deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past my lips, making me sigh into his mouth. To my dismay, he pulled away from me, and boy was that a sight for sore eyes. Swollen lips, hooded eyes, panting lightly.

“Jimin”, I breathed. “Please..you can’t...”.

He took his arms away, removing all contact, and I felt cold and empty. I dared to sneak a peek at him. His brows were furrowed, and he didn’t look to pleased- obviously.

“I can’t what?”

“You can’t leave me”, I whispered. I shut my eyes tight, and said the 8 words that had been in my mind since...well, I couldn’t even remember.

“Jimin. I think I’m in love with you.”

“No. No don’t you dare. Not now.” When I opened my eyes, he was shaking his head at me. I didn’t know what to do. Now that I knew he didn’t feel the same way, I felt a whole array of things. I thought that maybe I had a chance, despite whatever he had with Hyorin. How wrong I was.

“You can’t fucking say that when I finally got someone in my life y/n.”I couldn’t help the tears that slipped through my closed eyes. All I could think was how much of an idiot I was- Jimin was right.

He carried on. “I finally get over you, and you...No. You can’t.”

Wait, what? He got over me? When did he ever like me?

“I watched you day in day out with Hoseok, while I pretended to be happy with you. I was so fucking angry when he cheated. So angry. Because he hurt the girl I loved. I did love you once y/n, but you just didn’t see it.”

I was stunned. Was I blind? My voice came out small and needy, but I didn’t care. I had to try. “Don’t you think you can fall back in love with me?”

When he didn’t say anything, I tried again. “Jimin...I know there’s something still there. OK, the first time, you were drunk but right now...right now you kissed me by choice. That means something, right?”

“By mistake”, he muttered, looking away. “I thought I could make you fall in love with me y/n, but I couldn’t. You just didn’t feel that way. And now you do, I’m with someone else."

I should have listened to the voice in my head that told me this whole thing was a bad idea. The fake dates, the drunk games. All of it. “Jimin...I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. What you should be sorry about is confessing when you know I love someone else.” I inwardly winced at thew word ‘love’

Then the rest of his sentence sunk in and the sadness vanished. What replaced it was annoyance. “OK Jimin”, I said condescendingly. “OK. You ‘love’ her?”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what you think. She strings you along, plays games, is the biggest flirt on campus, and you love her.” I started to back off in disgust. Hoseok had cheated on me with someone who had all those characteristics....I had a feeling this relationship wouldn’t last long.

“Wow, I never took you to be jealous”, he replied bluntly. I froze. Jimin thought that low of me? Yes he didn’t like me in that way anymore, yes he just rejected me. But to call me jealous?

“Pack your shit and get out.” I turned around numbly and started to walk away. My chest hurt, and it felt like my heart had gone into overdrive. There was a pause before he yelled after me “W-wait!”

I didn’t. He made mistakes, we all did. And he apologised after and I always forgave him. But this was just out of line. “Y/n, please!”

He got to my bedroom door before me and blocked the doorway. “That was uncalled for, OK? I just don’t know how to handle this right now.”

“Move. I’ve got a new roommate to look for.”

He tried to pull me into a hug but I stepped away from him. “Y/n, I’m sorry. This last week has been so weird for us. We never argue, and now look at us.” I heard a sniff and looked up. Oh great. He was crying.

“Stop crying.” That was my helpful input. But the truth was, I would cave if I saw him cry. That was always my weakness. But of course... “Jimin, please stop. You know I hate it when you cry.”

“I hate it when you cry too. And now I’m the reason you’re crying.” I glanced at the clock and sighed. “Go get some essentials together, you haven’t got tie to pack everything. You don’t have to come back, me and one of our friends will give me a hand shifting your stuff to Hyorin’s. We can use Namjoon’s van.”

I felt weary, tired. That confession had taken a lot out of me. He moved out of the way, so I could walk past, and I yelped in surprise when he hugged me from behind. “Thank you.”

I just wordlessly nodded until he went back to his room to pick the important things. I was so mad at myself- I should have just stayed quiet and not told Jimin. That’s probably what Jin was trying to say to me before the call was cut off.

The day finally came. Jimin and I didn’t make a big deal out of him. We ate breakfast in silence, him texting Hyorin and me stealing the occasional glance at him.

I asked Namjoon last night and he said it’d be OK to use his van, but it wouldn’t be him coming because he had a class to attend. I had frowned at his message- only two people could drive that van, and Namjoon wouldn’t ask the other person to help me.

We finished breakfast and I put both plates in the kitchen. As I got back, he was slipping his shoes on by the door, his bag in hand. Jimin. My friend Jimin was moving in with a girl he loved. I was actually proud of him. I just hoped Hyorin would treat him well, despite her reputation.

He turned to me, and held his hand out. A handshake? He wanted a handshake? I took his hand and without warning he pulled me into a tight hug. “I’ still gonna come annoy you like everyday.”

“Great”, I replied sarcastically, my voice muffled by his chest. It still hurt so bad, letting him go to someone like that, but I didn’t let on. For his sake.

“See you around y/n”, his gentle voice bought me back to reality, “Jimin, you’re gonna see me everywhere”, I smiled, pulling away. “We hang out with the same people. We’re on the same course. You’re only a few streets away.”

“I know, I know. But...it’s still gonna be weird.” ‘Then stay’, I wanted to say, but this was his choice. He may not even like it and come back...who knew?

“See you Jimin.” He gave a small salute and smile before walking out. I shut the door behind him and whispered, for my ears only, “I love you.”

I reluctantly started packing the rest of his stuff up, before the van got here and was done in a few hours. When I noticed his picture board of us too had been taken down, I smiled sadly- he had taken it with him. In the corner of the room, I spotted my headphones and my eyes narrowed. Even from here I could see they were broken.

As I was finishing up in his room, I heard a knock on the door. “I’m coming!” I rushed to answer, and as expected I was met by a nervous looking Hoseok- he was the only other person who could drive the van.

He handed me a wrapped box before stepping inside. I blinked at him a few times before opening it. In there was a note and a new pair of headphones. Park Jimin...what a star.

“So”, he started. “Namjoon sent me over. Said you needed a few bags moving to Jimin’s new place.

To his surprise, I smiled at him. “That’s right. They’re in his room.” He started making his way to the room when I called out. “Oh, Hoseok?” He turned at the sound of my voice. “Thanks for coming.” That was the first genuine smile I had seen from him in a long time.

He nodded before continuing his way into Jimin’s room. Or should I say the spare room. I waited until he was inside before reading Jimin’s note. And it put an even bigger smile on my face.

To my bestest friend EVER, y/n.

Got you a new pair of headphones because I may or may not have broken the ones you leant me...but look, it’s in your favourite colour! I actually bought them a coupla days ago, but wanted to surprise you after I left :) I already miss you!

Love from, Jimin xxx

Yes, he was my best friend. And yes, I was OK with that- for now. Because in the grand scheme of things, both him and Jin were right. I loved him..but he was with someone else- whether she was deserving or not.“Y/n?”, Hoseok called. “A little help?”

I placed the headphones on the coffee table, and pocketed the note, I called out once more, “Coming!” As I entered the room and saw a bemused Hoseok looking at all the bags surrounding him, I laughed.

I'm crying...like, there's water coming out of my eyes...and then you end it there? 😭
Gosh, how are you so good at breaking me like this? (/.\)
By the way, you were dearly missed! I hope everything is okay now! I'm looking forward to your future works :)

Aww, I'm having mixed emotions right now, Jimin kissing y/n and then saying it was a mistake, then them arguing and the Hoseok and it's so sad, who does y/n have now? But I have to say, during the drunk truth or dare game, I cracked up laughing, the part where Jungkook says that it's too early to get wasted but then when Yoongi asks why he came along Jungkook said, "To get wasted." The part where Yoongi smirks and says "I fucked Yeri, not Wendy." Like wow ok and then dammit Jungkook! "Did she feel good?" But then Yoongi's like she's had one dick too many like dear lord! And then fuckin Namjoon asked Jimin what Hyorin was like in bed Jesus! And I cracked up at the part where Yoongi says, "Z...Y...X...A. Done." That was frickin hilarious